Bodrum Blue is what they exactly call the color of the sea that surrounds the western borders of the ancient Greek city of Halicarnassus and the way the Aegean Sea and the sky complement one another in Bodrum feels surreal.
Once we landed in Bodrum, to our surprise (and disappointment) our beautiful beach destination had very few beaches to offer. 75 % percent of the time we would find ourselves driving right next to the sea, but only with a few meters of golden sands separating us from intensely deep waters.
Geography wasn’t my favorite back in school so it took me a while and a little help from Google to understand the unconventional nature of Bodrum’s beaches.
The peninsula has an insignificant shore line and stretches out directly into the ocean, but the crystal clear deep blue water is just hard to resist.
With very few options to enjoy the destination in its full beachy spirit I had no other way to take it all in except going scuba diving. Yes!! It was the first time I was going to do it but leaving without a proper dip in the sea would suck as much as not being able to have cake on my birthday. *just sucker for sugar kinda analogies*
I signed up for another great adventure and set out to check another box on my bucket list. Our instructor briefed us about all the Dos and Don’ts while I struggled with the zipper on my diver’s suit and tucked my lady lumps into the body hugging dress as gracefully as possible.
The boat carrying us anchored in the middle of the sea and the instructor helped us with our oxygen supply. We dived, but before my biological thermostat could adjust properly, we started to descend. The deeper we went into the sea the deeper I clawed my nails into the instructor’s wrist. He sensed my anxiety and asked me if I was okay using gestures that divers use to communicate under water. We were taught a few necessary ones while we were on the boat.
I could feel the pressure on my ribs growing making it a bit difficult for me to breath out of the mouth piece or maybe it was all just up in my head because the moment I laid my eyes on the beautiful coral reef the only thing I could feel growing was my excitement.
We swam a bit further to see dozens of fish, big and small along with various other creatures casually going about the course of nature and for someone who grew up fantasizing mermaids rather than unicorns, nothing could have made me more ecstatic than seeing it all come to life. Although I might have looked more like a sea monster rather than a mermaid, I tried befriending a few Dorys and Nemos (excuse me for my limited knowledge of marine life) but they did not seemed to approve of our presence. Very cold (blooded) behavior ehh??
Except the first few minutes of anxiety when I questioned the instructor’s hastiness in my mind, the rest of the time I felt my life has been thrown into “slow motion”, not only because it took me at least thirty seconds to move a finger against the water pressure building up, but also because I was dumbfounded by the deafening silence of the sea, the tranquility of the moment and the harmony that these creatures live in, amongst themselves and with the nature. It was a moment of self-reflection that just feels hard to put into words.
While I enjoyed His utmost divinity in that moment, the instructor began to maneuver me in the opposite direction. We were now swimming away from the coral and towards the hull of our boat which meant it was time to say farewell.
Before we started ascending we made one last stop for a little under water photo shoot and let me tell you posing under water isn’t for amateurs.
Did we go scuba diving again?? Find out